Not so much as
song as a reminder: skreek open the massive steel door to
Rocketland, and for two minutes and 51 seconds, be
reminded that inside this particular room, men who are
harder and cooler than you could ever hope to be are
having the fast-fisted Brylcreemed party of the century,
shouting along to nailgun guitars and cheering noisily
like the winning side in sports competitions you don't
even know the names of. Godlike